You palm tree
with your great wind power
trying to carry my dreams out
past the sun
snapping in the wind
you sheets my mother
wrung and hung you
flags of glory folding
and snapping in the wind
bringing the whole sky
to cat-like attention
casting off birds
planes clouds you
west light half done
you cold white sheets
smelling of the sun.
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